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My Life on the Highways: Prose Poem

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: the open road

Going slow, so slow, on the skating rink that used to be the number 3 — heading northeast, again — Brooks scraping away the last stone covering my heart — head spun — there’s no trees for kilometres and kilometres, aching to hide but out here in the full sun, the panoramic bipolar sky —



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J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas